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He nodded, and a shaky hand reached out and took the business card, holding it between both hands as his eyes glanced over it. Sticking in his chest pocket with one hand, he felt the cool water on his other. He took a deep breath before looking up at the woman. “Thanks,” he said, a small smile on his face. “For calming me down, I mean. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten panicky like that. It’s just-” he started, drying his hand on his pants. “It’s just that these things can’t be explained by logical science. It’s not natural. It shouldn’t exist.” Tom explained in the best way he could. He went to school for medicine. Medical things, he could explain. Supernatural things? Not so much. “How do I know that I won’t get possessed later? Would people notice?”

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Cara returned his small smile with one of her own, shaking her head, “You don’t need to thank me. I understand how scary all of this can be, how hard it is to be confronted by things that for all intents and purposes should be impossible. …I spent my entire life organizing everything into nice neat little rows and boxes, knowing exactly what I wanted, plotting and following through with every plan.” Then the world of the supernatural took over, and that life went out the window. That Cara died. She very carefully shifted on the sleeping bag, moving the hair that had slipped from her ponytail out of the way so that he could see the anti-possession tattoo behind her left ear. “This is how I protect myself. As long as the symbol remains intact, as long as the skin isn’t broken, I can’t be possessed.”

Tom looked at the tattoo hidden behind her ear. “Gotcha,” he said with a nod of his head. “That’s all it takes? A tattoo?” He tried wrapping his head around the whole thing, and he was thankful for this woman, despite being kidnapped by her. “Is a tattoo of that symbol the only way to prevent possessions? ‘Cause I doubt I could convince the important people in my life to go get matching tattoos with me,” he added with a laugh. He remembered the card in his pocket, and realized he knew her name but she didn’t know his. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

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